In the DUSTY CORNER of a FORGOTTEN ROOM, a small, INCONSEQUENTIAL object lies idly by. This object, a HAND DUSTER, has spent its entire existence in the service of others, silently sweeping away at the DUST, DIRT, and DEBRIS that accumulates on the surfaces of the world. With its FLUFFY WHITE HEAD and WOODEN HANDLE, the HAND DUSTER is an unassuming TOOL, devoid of GLITTER, SPARKLE, or any other quality that might make it REMOTELY INTERESTING. It is a PROFOUNDLY UNEXCITING object, one that inspires neither JOY nor DESIRE in those who behold it. And yet, despite its BANAL EXISTENCE,…